"There should be some kind of law against having that many Rangers in one place," Hunter informed him. Then he demanded, "What are you frowning about now?"

Shayla's picnic really was out of place. He had stopped the data stream there because it had seemed too abrupt, too recent for its location in the timeline. He knew for a fact that it hadn't happened that long ago, and yet--

Cross-referencing. Hayley really did have the strangest set of priorities. Any other data entry system would require the user to cross-reference themselves, but this one had automatically skipped from the end of the Time Force intervention to their next known appearance in the twenty-first century. Why Hayley considered time travelers more important that chronological Ranger history, he had no idea, but apparently she did.

"Cam?" Hunter prompted. A hand waved in front of his face, and the Crimson Ranger inquired, "You in there?"

Cam batted his hand away irritably. "I'm just trying to figure out Hayley's less than intuitive organizational strategy," he muttered. "I could do a dissertation on her filing system."

"Yeah, 'cause she definitely needs to take up more of your time," Hunter said sarcastically. "You might as well ask her out."

"What is this bizarre fascination with my love life?" Cam wondered aloud. "You have dating on the brain today. Are you trying to make up for your own lack of social graces by setting me up?"

"What, a guy can't do a friend a favor?" Hunter defended himself. "It's Valentine's Day. You're the one watching this sappy junk, anyway."

"This is work," Cam snapped. He slowed the data stream at random, just to prove his point. "Standard file maintenance."